Ok so I have two Tumblr sites, both are almost entirely just a collection of captions I have collected over the years, the first one is obviously about women being dominated, mostly in denial but its a mix. Unfortunately I only have about 350 on my computer (as we all know its a bit difficult at times to find these) so I wont be adding a ton every day, 1, maybe 2 a day.
Sir keeps having this dream about me wearing a bright red swimsuit. In the dream he is teasing me, rubbing his cock against me, me moaning and writhing beneath him whilst he grinds against me. Mischievous little subbie that I am, I can never resist getting something if I know it would please him.
So fast forward to Saturday afternoon, he is walking up the stairs to my apartment, and I am posing in the hallway, my hands resting against the doorframe, wearing a killer red swimsuit, seamed fishnet stockings, high heels and the collar round my neck. He comes in through the front door, sees me, bites his lip whilst making that 'mmm, I'm going to fuck you' sound and the next thing I am on my back on the bed, holding my legs apart, getting impaled on his cock.
While it doesn't gross me out, homosexual male stories generally don't interest me. However, that's all moot because (1) I'm monogamous and married anyway, and (2) my fetish is much stronger than my sexual orientation. In fact, given a good story, to me it seems a bit shallow to be unable to see the sexual energy because of the participants' sex.
So, anyway, Hooder's stories are a massive turn-on for me because he is incredibly sadistic in his use of tickling and cum control yet doesn't really use/like pain at all. Excepts from his "Cum Control" page:
"To me, there is something wonderfully fiendish and unfair about using a male's urgent need for orgasm as a torture.
I have a special fondness for this classic. It was probably one of the earliest stories I ever read on the subject, back in the early 90's. It comes across as a little juvenile now, but it had an important place in my early fantasies. I'm not sure of its specific origins, though; I'm just reposting it. Anyway, enough waffling. Enjoy!
Being Taught a Lesson
There can't be anything worse than being 18 and having your mother catch you fucking your boyfriend right? Wrong. Mom caught us alright, but she not only caught me, but she caught my cousin, Ann, too. We were both in my bed, with my boyfriend. She walked in just after Jim came in Ann's pussy, and Ann continued to suck my clit for about 10 seconds before she was aware that, as she put it, "the jig was up".